Eventually, I will
depart from this land...
it's the third week of
august and i'm eating...
I'm trapped in another
nightmare...
I'm often jealous of
how deeply you sleep...
This body talks and interrupts
- my peace...
How I wished you walked away
sooner...
Do you stay up at night
thinking of our crusades...
The snowcapped mountains shine with pride,
Just like the moon in the cold night sky...
People might say the world is not great,
That it has flaws and many fates...
We giggled and laughed after school,
Like two friends would usually do...
Sunlight dawns,
Past the moistened green lawns...
Light rain drizzles throughout the humid morning...
Awakening the sleepy world to the beautiful dawn...